Long Gypsum Poems

Once the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Whence the winter woke me when the third was three in number.

I sense that a wince doth lurk and wear which wicked gaze,
Of conniving shadows cast between...

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A wince doth lurk wearing which wicked gaze,
Of conniving cast shadows ‘tween my windowpanes.

Gazing through the window’s diaphanous gelid glass, 
I see a flushing fluorescent misty haze of frothy brass.

It floats aloft the frost of...

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BLUE HOLE
                                
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Atacama, Eden of winds,
flower of abandoned rocks and of sapleter,
homestead of flamingoes and geysers,
and above all ,
below an azure sky,
mountains are carrying on their tops 
ice of the past.

Old villages tell us their stories,
Toconce, Toconao,...

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Between grains of ancient fine sand
desert roses hidden from sight—
Colourful, exquisitely fanned.
They formed in darkness; pressure shaped.
Each perfect corolla agape
in floral whorl of sharp crescents;
fluorescent and phosphorescent.   
 
Against injustices they railed—
within shed...

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Life is a story in the air
Filled with dream clouds future visions that are not even there
She came to me with kisses in a wind
I tried not to blush but our tale from there began

And...

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The Wind arranged and rearranged
                              ...

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Passion fell by the wayside
Cold Phoenix doubt rose from the ashes
smouldering on the inside

Broken candlelight date invitations
rue glow leaves grey matter with dark, unsettling thoughts
Giving restless peace of mind, 
plenty wary settle down reservations

Apache war...

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There was always something different 
About a Sunday morning baptismal 
In salty ocean seashore waters
Down in the yard of the old Gypsum plant
With the sun quickly warming the night time
Coolness out of ten am.

It was...

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once …

there - with trunks of monkey’s meth
there grew a breadth of bunky breaths
deplored by dreaded, drunky deaths
to calm their chemic coggers 
the fame of phlegmic foggers

so deep and dark those dribble bibs
didst dig their...

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The North Wind whistles as she lifts
her soft and sequenced hair,
her milky gown glows amethyst
as moon drops gather where
the Earth’s soft, gentle eyes fall closed
and tears arrest the night.
Her sleepy heart, to all exposed
abreast the...

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WALLPAPER

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Paper Thin
Cut down to any size,
Crumble, crop me wrong 
Pull the insulation from my heart.
Never will I be "A Paper Doll!"
Thank you for calling me a "Friend!"
Thank you for wasting  my "time!"
Enjoy the WALLPAPER...

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7/12/17


Fact not fiction
Another rap from scratch, I've written

Flaws in every system
And organism

Constant competition
And schisms

People passionate about religion
Or looking at it with skepticism

Folks with belief in superstition
And others regarding it with suspicion

So much criticism
And contradiction

Lifeforms that...

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Spaceward: genesis, obedience, fathomless: universe.
In Cerulean: lambent, sullen, discernible: Close ignite.
With harmony: hypaethral, skyward, aether: womb hiccups 
Whelm time: serenade, stardust, drizzles: diamond dust,
Overall trends: extinguish, slumber, wonder: celestial hymn,
By extolling: Argyle, twinkle, soothing: ...

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The paint recalls, layered and petulant, groans
mindless in its ground, it decomposes.
Granules of hematite, pale traceries of gypsum,
the crevasses of cave wall are soot soothed.
Layered and petulant the palm of man appears
charcoal dusted, amongst the...

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White Sand and Temporary Oblivion

For an aching moment
I faced dazzling
Gypsum and glass as splinters
Of sunlight pierced the air
Bouncing bright off the landscape at
Alamogordo ---fat Cottonwoods and
	not a tree in sight not
Here, the sight of the...

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I don’t get that much time alone these days but I’m not complaining.
She’s at the gym she says but who can say for sure; you know how they are;
But this isn’t about her it’s about...

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dark and dangerous like a secret,
how deep, how far does the cave go?
the melody of running water,
shimmering, our helmet light reveals
a dangerous cascade, flowing inwards,
down a steep rocky chasm, on we go.
hidden wonders, they were...

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Here's a story about a men few heard
his name Zipp Wyat.
Indiana born and raised
with the run they came and squat.

Married a gal in a close town
but soon his life slid to bad
where he ran north...

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We have traveled to thirty-seven states, the youngster told me.
He is only eight, so this is quite the accomplishment.
I collect one rock from each state, want to see them?
His mother rolls her eyes, as if...

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Her eyes were crystals, with repetitive inner structures and outer sheet faces. They were made of quartz, of almost pure silica.  
 
Her smile was a star in the farthest galaxy. It was made...

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This desertscape dotted with feathers.
What need?  I haven’t a need
for umbilical utensils utterly useless 
on a Sanskrit road
long as the maiden’s Genghis apron
white as white gypsum in Alamogordo, 
New Mexico.  
Here you find...

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From an inch away, I feel the cold grace my way
Lost heat radiating from your words
But still I’m yours

Across mobile lines
Shivering my mind
But still I’m yours

I’m freezing but your thawing
Heating from this warm heart of...

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